Don't Say Goodbye

I'm thinking of you.

I'm thinking of you again.

That boy,

still the boy of fifteen or sixteen,

still with a clean-cut buzz cut,

still riding his bicycle and vanishing around the street corner like the wind.

Thinking of it now,

someone like you belongs only in my memories.

It turns out I live in those memories, too.

Forgive me for being hopelessly in love with you in secret.

In the years I will remember for the rest of my life,

I won't say goodbye.

I'll stay with my memories.